The skull continuously moves back. "I was under that impression. Tell me, what do you know of the Nightmare? From my understanding, the material plane has little knowledge regarding it."
The stairs move under the tabby's paws, pulsing gently like a heart.
It shifts a bit, staring at the stairs. "Not really. Then again, they do not know much unless they seek it out."
"Very few beings have information just granted to them. Knowledge is power, after all, and so many creatures are obsessed with power."
The wood seems to be sliding around beneath its paws, but not scratching or moving the paws themselves. It almost seems like an illusion, but can't be possible. The tabby would see right through it if it were.
Theren is running through the woods, tracking footsteps.
The mushroom is making a flower crown.
Phoenix is inside drinking tea.
Lore is sitting across from what appears to be a lich with a very angry glare. She nervously sips her tea while her dogs stand around her, teeth bared.
Edgar is painting while sitting in the field. His blindfold is off and folded to his side.
Jackson is outside, orbs of light floating around him as he meditates while floating in the air.
Theren walks inside, looking out of breath. he sees her and walks over.
The mushroom places a crown on his head.
Phoenix walks over, cup of tea in hand.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large farmhouse has appeared miraculously in the woods. It looks like it was partially overtaken by industrial equipment and construction, but said industry doesn't actually lead anywhere, it just pumps out black smoke with golden embers. There is no farm as far as anyone can see, and the farmhouse is too weathered and beaten to have been constructed recently
He sighs, sipping it reluctantly, "I'm not doing my best today it seems"
She doesn't notice, continueing to inspect the stands
"Very few beings have information just granted to them. Knowledge is power, after all, and so many creatures are obsessed with power."
The wood seems to be sliding around beneath its paws, but not scratching or moving the paws themselves. It almost seems like an illusion, but can't be possible. The tabby would see right through it if it were.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren walks inside, looking out of breath. he sees her and walks over.
The mushroom places a crown on his head.
Phoenix walks over, cup of tea in hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hmmm, since ive got the empty slot-*
A scream rings out through the two, seeming to have come from the southern edge of town
*oh boyyyy*
Theren sprints towards the noise.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Villagers are running away from the edge of town, shambling hordes of zombies entering the village
Theren draws two swords and his eyes glow red. "This is where the fun begins."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large farmhouse has appeared miraculously in the woods. It looks like it was partially overtaken by industrial equipment and construction, but said industry doesn't actually lead anywhere, it just pumps out black smoke with golden embers. There is no farm as far as anyone can see, and the farmhouse is too weathered and beaten to have been constructed recently
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The zombies growl, swarming towards him with horrid screeches
Theren charges into them, becoming a spinning circle of death.
Attack: 23 Damage: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Each hit practically chops a zombie in two (imma say 8 per attack because spin :3)
22
Theren continues to attack
Attack: 25 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
More dead, some bow starting to attack back:
21 to hit 16 damage
5 to hit 22 damage
8 to hit 8 damage
16 to hit 10 damage
The first one hits Theren and he grimaces.
Attack: 13 Damage: 19
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
More zombies crumple because I don't wanna bother saving throws. The horde is thinning, though some are slipping past him
22 to hit 17 damage
5 to hit 18 damage
20 to hit 9 damage
12 to hit 6 damage
*oop- double damage on the crit*
*hello*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren grunts in pain and quickly tries to kill the rest of the horde.
Attack: 22 Damage: 29
Attack: 15 Damage: 25
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*HEY! -hugs-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Snip*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels